         Candles don't break, they just melt away, like every single day. I spent tortured, I spent dying my cloths black. Maybe I was overreacting, It's just for you to say. I was washed, fragile, and nothing you had in mind. I'm like a cold chill that breaks your bones, or leaves you gentle and postponed.
          I can't even comprehend the lights that grow older, but younger. You sort me like nothing, like nothing, but you're nothing compared to me. 
          Candles don't break, they just illuminate, the lights that's used for hatred and disguise, you couldn't stop me if you tried.  You should, hollow out your chiseled eyes. Gotten thrown on your back so many times, you realize that you're wrong and i'm the one that's right.  
          I can't even comprehend the lights that grow older, but younger. You sort me like nothing, like nothing, but you're nothing compared to me. 
          Gentle, what you want is what you get. You'll never get it in tact, you don't know what you're saying, you could stop, stop strong, with the man in the back. You'll never grow up and that's a fact. Gentle and postponed, you're nothing compared to me.


Greetings, Morale